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Mister Hottie 2024 - Chapter 08
🕑 Added 2024-06-16 10:00:08 +0000 UTCMISTER HOTTIE 2024
PART II: MISTER HOTTIE NEBRASKA 2024
Chapter 8: The pairing
Twelve nervous hunky contestants were asked to gather in the large lobby of a mid-ranged Omaha hotel.
It was time to rehearse for the big live-show, coming up the very next day.
While many of them had never met in person, tension was already running high between the fame-hungry studs.
Disses on social media, rumours about corruption or sexual favours, - was it true that Mike had slept with Mr. Rat, president of the Mister Hottie Nebraska committee? -, and low blows to get more votes had created many personal vendettas among the contestants.
The leaked (although, no one believed the release was not intentional) sex-tape between two of the contestants, Devon and Joaquin, had galvanized the tension even further.
Some participants were even advocating for their disqualification.
Mr. Rat welcomed the boys in the lobby and shared the program leading to the show, making no reference to the recent scandals.
“Welcome to Omaha, gentlemen. How nice it is to finally see the twelve of you together. I hope you’re all prepared for a very intense week-end!”
Most of the hunks mumbled a shy “yes”.
“Come on, boys! Show a little enthusiasm! The contest has started as soon as you’ve walked through these doors.”
Hunter Pallow, the Latino gogo-dancer, started clapping and cheering: “Mister Hottie 2024!”; “Mister Hottie 2024!”; “Mister Hottie 2024!”.
The other men gradually followed suit to show that they were happy to be there.
Christopher joined the applause, unsure of what the week-end held for him.
The contestants were barely talking to each other, and if they had, insults would have likely been flying around.
That being said, they knew that it was in their respective best interest to show that they were behaving. As Mr. Rat had mentioned, they would be judged throughout the entire preparation, and not only during the show.
When in doubt: smile. This is how you become a pageant king.
And so, they did. Good old hypocrite smiles all around!
Christoper was eyeing at his competition, and especially at Mike Corner, a 22 years-old mechanic with mid-long black hair standing right in front of him, who was rumoured to have been caught in bed with the regional committee president only a few days prior.
He wondered if that rumour was true.
Frankly, it would not have surprised him. Mr. Rat did not seem like a man who would refrain from sleeping with one of the participants to his own contest.
“Once you are settled in your room, you’ll be called for an individual and then collective photo-shoot with Mr. Hansee, whom you should already know from your local pre-selections.”
Mr. Hansee was standing right behind Mr. Rat.
He seemed very excited, in all senses of the word, to be there. He made a small hand gesture. There were more claps in the audience.
Hansee was also a judge which certainly explained why many of the contestants were casually flexing their biceps or showing off their armpits in sleeveless tank-tops already.
They needed the photographer and rest of the jury to notice them… and to vote for them.
Every detail counts when you hope to become famous!
“From 3 to 8 pm today, you will rehearse the pageant show. More rehearsals will be done tomorrow to make sure that you’re all prepared to rock it on that stage on Sunday night. We want a great performance from every one of you! Julio Mendes, here, will be guiding you throughout the rehearsals.”
A guy roughly the age of Christopher and who looked everything like a professional dancer with his mesh green top, the pink cap on his head, and the baggy trousers, greeted the contestants.
“I know most of you aren’t professional dancers, but trust me, anyone is capable of moving his body and after a few hours with me, you’ll turn into amazing stage performers! That is the Julio’s guarantee!”
He made an outrageous hip-thrust motion to punctuate his sentence.
That definitely set the tone.
Christopher would find out later on that the choreographer was not meeting all the participants for the first time since, actually, Julio had done a few gigs with Hunter.
They were both quote-on-quote “exotic dancers”, more used to gay clubs than ballets operas.
Christopher gulped.
He had come to terms with showing his body off, even down to his most intimate parts, but he was still very unsure about the choreographic aspect of the show. The boy could not dance to save his life.
He hoped that he would not ridicule himself on stage…
Then, Mr. Rat quickly re-stated the essential rules of the pageant.
“As you know, public votes will solely decide of the top six who will battle it out for the crown. A 50/50 votes between our panel of judges, and the public watching live or streaming from home will then qualify the top three and later on, the same process will be used to elect the one and only Mister Hottie Nebraska 2024.”
More claps.
This time around, the applause was much more genuine. Especially when the contestants heard about the next part.
“One of you will leave with five grands this week-end, and the opportunity to compete for Mister Hottie America and the 100.000$ grand prize next October.”
They had been dreaming about this for long.
Just competing in Mister Hottie America would ensure any of these guys models’ contracts and, more importantly to most of them, thousands of new followers on social media.
The pressure was definitely going up a few more notches.
Christopher happily noted that Caleb did not look as confident as he did during pre-selections.
His shameless dick pictures were no longer enough to keep the buzz going in his favour and overall, the competition was much tougher now. He was no longer a favourite to win.
Almost every single contestant had shown the goods online at one point or another since they had been selected in their local areas.
With his artsy nude pictures, Christopher who had not gone full frontal on his social media (yet) was one of the tamest ones.
Only the fervent Christian boy, Jason, appeared to have been even more of a prude.
“Each of you has been randomly paired with another contestant. You’ll be sharing a room and working in a duo in most of the choreographies. I’ll call you one by one to give you your key room. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” They all replied in a single voice, giving an army vibe to the meeting.
Aside from Mr. Rat, a half dozen of staff workers (all volunteers) were assisting in the organization. It was clear that they had all accepted the job for the delicious eye candy it was offering.
Who could blame them?
Mr. Hansee also had his own staff with him, made of two camera men who were wandering around and non-stop snapping pictures and video of the contestants.
This footage was for the Behind the Scenes to be released later on, some images would also be used during the Mister Hottie America pageant to present the States’ candidates.
It was difficult not to be self-conscious when this footage was potentially about to be seen by millions of viewers.
“Mr. Bastian Lewis.” Mr. Rat called first.
A man covered in colourful tattoos and with pink hair walked towards the regional committee’s president. Christopher had seen Bastian’s activist videos on his page, fighting for gay rights and whatnot.
It was hard to say if he was sincere or if he was just catering for the votes of the LGBT+++ community, but in any case, Bastian was standing out among the others.
“Here, take your card key. You’ll be sharing your room with… Mr. Jason Melloney.”
On Chris’ left, Jason made an unintelligible sound with his mouth and walked to get his key as well.
The overly Christian man of the contest was to share a room with the openly gay man and leftist activist… It was like the Mister Hottie committee wanted to create odd duos, or tensions.
To be fair, any scandal was good for the ratings of the show!
Both men assessed each other, - Bastian seemed to be openly judging the large cross around Jason’s neck -, but they pretended to be fine with the pairing and they shook hands amicably.
They did not have much choice anyway.
It was surprising that Jason’s cross did not combust into flames at this unholy contact with a man advocating for poly-amorous gay relationships online!
Talking of homosexuality, the only other openly gay contestant was called by Mr. Rat.
“Mr. Devon Williams…”
The black Adonis walked towards the President to get his card key.
Devon was looking very good, (especially his big puffy lips and large ass), but in all fairness, he was way less charismatic in real life than he was when he was taking a massive cock in his ass or down his throat.
“… And Mr. Joaquin Alvarez.”
The big daddy of the contest joined his partner.
At only 36, Joaquin was the eldest participant of the pageant, ten years older than anybody else, but certainly not the least sexy.
He was presenting a muscular physique, wearing a tank top way too small for his size through which his nipples were poking, and his Daddy’s vibe had turned him into a favourite of the contest.
Obviously, the sextape had also helped him getting on the radar, or should we say, gaydar.
Immediately as the pair got together, Caleb grunted.
“Come on! You cannot be for real!” He exclaimed.
“Is there a problem, Mr. Wilson?”
“You’re really going to put them in the same room! They’re fucking each other! That’s bullshit.”
And there… He had said it.
There were some gasps in the room. The elephant in the room had been called out.
By the way, the elephant’s image was quite fitting in this case. If you had seen the sextape, you would now that Joaquin was very large… every damn where.
“Young man, the private life of our contestants is not any of our business. The pairing has been decided randomly.” Mr. Rat replied, harshly.
As if!
The recent sextape had made many forums online go crazy about the pageant and the staff knew that by pairing the two “amateur porn performers” together, it would make even more of a splash.
“Whatever…” Caleb mumbled.
Nobody else made a comment and neither Devon nor Joaquin reacted to Caleb’s outburst.
They even went as far as pretending to meet for the very first time when Joaquin was deep inside Devon’s wrecked asshole only a few hours prior… on video!
What a joke.
They were right to play it that way though, and Joaquin’s grin was telling it all. He knew exactly what he was doing.
In the end, Caleb was the one who had lost a few points by complaining, and maybe, he had already wrecked his chances of success altogether.
Once again, you did not want to make an enemy of Mr. Rat.
Mr. Rich had rightfully advised Christopher not to say any bad word against the pageant, the organization, or the Mister Hottie Committee.
The more the staff would think that he was their willing dumb puppet, the more chances he had to snatch the crown.
Thankfully, Christopher did not have to put much effort into looking dumb… This part was made for him.
Caleb was called next and he got paired with Jin Park.
Christopher was glad, he was apprehending being paired with his best enemy.
The cocky brat had been a pain in the ass since the very beginning of this competition and now, Caleb appeared to be despised by a large part of the staff. Better to stay away!
Jin, on the other hand, would have certainly been a good roommate.
He was one of the most professional participants of the contest, making his living as a model for local brands already. Ha had been one of the very few ones refraining from any scandal, and his nudes online were all artsy and glamorous.
No X-rated stuff per say.
Jin was very hot though: tall, lean, with a great smile, and he was the only Asian in the competition. He could get some votes.
Frankly, anyone could have made at this stage. There was no obvious winner among the contestants.
By this point, six of them remained to be paired.
Noah Hassan, the football player, and Steven Grand, the painter, were called by Mr. Rat and made to share a room.
They were forming another odd duo since they had pretty much nothing in common aside from their deep desire to become famous.
Only Mike, Aldo, and Hunter remained to be paired with when Christopher was himself, called by Mr. Rat.
He greeted everyone with a frank smile, (“remember the rule number 1, always smile!” Mr. Rich had repeated him countless of times), and he nodded at the cameras filming him.
Christopher showed nothing of his anxiety as he waited for his roommate to be called.
Who would it be: the mechanic, the Italian carpenter, or the shameless stripper?
As fate would have it, Christopher would certainly have fun during his stay.
“Hunter Pallow.” Mr. Rat called out.
The Latino gogo-dancer walked towards Chris and gave him a warm hug with the biggest smirk on his face.
They had to make sure to be caught by the camera as they were hugging. Any occasion was one to be seen and noticed.
Christopher had some prejudice on the stripper since his bare ass had been invading his social media feed, but at the very least, he had an enthusiastic and cool attitude about the whole pageant.
Hunter was seemingly genuinely happy to be there and having a great time.
Aldo Bianchi, the Italian heart throb, and Mike Corner, suspected to have fucked Mr. Rat, were paired together.
Aldo, his shredded body, huge pecs and biceps, trendy buzz-cut, and naturally masculine demeanour were making him another favourite to win.
Mike was much more of a dark horse in the competition, but if he was indeed sleeping with the boss, he had his chance.
They had only a few minutes to bring their luggage to their room and get settled in.
There, Christopher had his first real surprise of the day.
“A single bed?” He commented, perplexed.
Hunter jumped on it.
“Seems like a King Size! Hope you don’t snore, buddy!”
“But wait… I thought we would…”
“What? That each of us would have luxurious individual rooms? Man! We haven’t won and this is not Mister Hottie America yet.”
Clearly.
Now that Chris was thinking about it, it made sense that the Mister Hottie Committee would not bother with offering single beds for everyone.
It was just for the one night and all expenses were paid by the Organization. Most of the budget was allocated to the actual show.
He had simply not imagined he would be sleeping with a stranger…
That being said, Hunter would not remain a stranger for long. Already, he was undressing right in front of him.
What was wrong with that man? Could he not wear clothes for more than ten minutes straight?
It definitely looked like it, as the stripper found himself in just tiny and tight black briefs less than 30 seconds after they had walked into their room.
At the very least, he was not wearing his usual gogo-dancer’s fluorescent thong.
“What are you doing, man?” Christopher inquired.
“Just fixing the goods before we go take the pictures.”
Hunter flexed in front of the large mirror. He had sleeves tattoos on both of his arms but aside from his facial hair, he was all smooth.
In just his tight briefs, his ass (and cock) looked huge, and he definitely had the stripper looks and body type: Muscles, on muscle, on muscle…
When Hunter started applying a white cream to moisturize his own body, Christopher felt very self-conscious.
Maybe he was not ready for a pageant of this calibre after all.
Chris felt like an idiot, looking at his roommate caressing his firm muscles without knowing what to do for himself.
Mr. Rich was not there and it was definitely a learning curve for the young talent.
Basically, since the sextape had been released the day before, he had no idea of what his next move should be, and there, surrounded by his competition, it was even worse.
It seemed like every single contestant was way more prepared and cut-throat than he was or could ever be.
To make sure that he would make an impression, Hunter was now literally caressing his cock in front of the mirror to get it fluffier for the photo-shoot.
He had slid down his briefs to his knees and was wanking his flaccid caramel dick.
That thing was properly massive by the way… And it was only getting bigger!
Hunter glanced at Christopher.
“Dude, you’re not even going to pump yourself up a little bit?”
He was stroking his cock like this was the most normal thing to do with a dude you have just met.
“I… I mean, I don’t… I don’t need it…”
“Sure… If you say so…”
Once his uncut cock had become sufficiently hard, Hunter struggled to put it back in his briefs, - the bulge was looking just obscene-, and he finished inspecting every inch of his stunning body.
No tan lines, no pimple, not a single flaw… Hunter Pallow was there to win it all.
A couple minutes later, they were called for the individual photo-shoot.
Those would be done in pairs and Hunter and Chris were following Caleb and Jin who were walking out from the studio stark naked, their clothes in their hands.
Jin was semi-hiding his cock by holding his top against it, but Caleb was wandering around with his black dick dangling low between his legs.
He was certainly trying to make up for his outburst earlier… Obviously, displaying his huge cock outrageously was the best way to score points with the jury.
But Good Lord, what the fuck were they doing naked anyway?
They were supposed to get their official portraits done, not take part in a nudist vacation. Right?
Mr. Hansee and the two camera-men welcomed Chris and Hunter as Mr. Rat was standing in a corner of a room, taking notes and reviewing some of the already taken pictures.
He seemed very satisfied with his talents.
“Here, boys, you will wear your first runway outfit for the first couple of pictures, then we’ll do some swimsuits, and finally, nude shots.” Hansee explained.
“Nude?” Christopher asked.
“Those are optional and will remain, of course, very tasteful.” Mr. Rat explained. “Everyone else asked for them though…”
“Of course, Sir.” Hunter immediately replied.
You bet that the exhibitionist was ready to get naked! He was literally showing his dick for a living.
Christopher gulped but nodded yes.
He was not that surprised by this turn of events and he had been preparing himself for full-frontal nudity.
A couple days prior, Mr. Rich had assisted in trimming his pubic hair, and Chris had been told to go to the tanning bed in his birthday suit to avoid any disgraceful tan line.
“Sure… Let’s do it!” He confirmed.
It would not be his first naked photo-shoot anyway.
“Put this white singlet on, and this pair of jeans to start with. You will start the show by walking on stage in this exact outfit, those will also be used for the main official portrait.”
Hansee handed them the clothes which had been picked up for them by the Organization.
Mr. Rat gave some more information on the show as they were changing.
If you were wondering, there was no folding screen or a specific corner to change, it was all happening right in the open.
Once again, not surprising.
“We’re gonna start with casual clothes, and then, you’ll walk in swimsuits to determine the top six. After a short break, the finale six contestants will deliver a speech, they’ll walk another runway in underwear, and then, they will perform a choreography in their gala suits. At the end of this portion, a top three will be announced.”
“And for the winner?” Hunter asked as he was taking his briefs off.
“A surprise challenge will have the three finalists compete for the crown.”
Christopher repeated the various steps in his head.
Casual look, swimsuits, speech, underwear, choreography, and… a surprise! Whatever that meant.
One after the other, Hunter and Christopher stroke some poses for Hansee’s professional camera.
When Hunter was getting photographed, Christopher was being recorded on the side by a camera-man, and reversely when he was the one under the spotlight.
They had very little time and the shooting had to be all done in just minutes.
After the portraits in tank-tops, they were handed their official swimsuits for the competition.
They were a beautiful shade of light blue and, as it was to be expected, ridiculously small. The same gay brand was a partner for both the pre-selections and the Mister Hottie Nebraska pageant.
Their motto: the most revealing, the better!
Christopher had learnt a lot since his first competition though and he was ready for it. He could handle a thong rubbing against his asshole.
Also, more practically, he had been taught how to freaking put such an underwear on.
Not easy at is might sound when you only deal with thin strings.
Besides, the reoccurring “nude sessions” at his agent’s place to get him more comfortable with the male gaze had served their purposes of dis-inhibiting Christopher fully. He did not give a fuck anymore.
Mr. Rich would have been very proud!
It was even easier to take his clothes off when Hunter was so shameless about it, practically flirting with Hansee as he wandered around naked before putting the super-tiny pair of swimsuits on.
The stripper was sporting a veiny semi, and the camera-men shooting the behind the scenes were not missing any of it.
Christopher thought that it was better to stay naked as well and he did so for the whole time Hunter was getting photographed.
The aspiring actor presumed that the images of his uncut cock could not be aired as is on National television, and he needed to get the jury’s attention one way or another.
There should not be any mistake about Christopher’s intentions during this week-end.
Despite it all, the rivalry, the scandals, the nudity, his father's judgement, Chris was still very much determined to win the whole thing.
More than ever actually.
He had to come back home with the title, the five grands and the countless opportunities to start a big career in show business.
Consequently, Christopher only slid into his swimsuit on the very last moment, - his cock was barely contained in the thin fabric -, and he was photographed in this outfit for about five minutes.
Finally, it was time for the naked portion of the shoot.
“For these editorial and artistic pictures, we’re going to ask you to do some shots the two of you together.” Hansee explained.
Hunter almost immediately jumped on Chris. He was so freaking ready.
Well… If they were to work in pairs, Christopher was glad that, at the very least, he had a motivated partner.
Jason was so awkward during the shoot organized at Mr. Rich's place a few weeks prior.
Once again, the mentor had been a great help to Chris as he had prepared him to that exact same situation.
Christopher kind of regretted not having played with his cock earlier though.
He did not want to look small in comparison to the gogo-dancer! He knew that he was, at least, as big as the stripper if a little excited.
He tried to mindlessly work his dick as they were taking place in front of the camera. It did get chubbier.
You see, Chris did not have to do much to get hard. He had refrained from jerking off in the last few days and he was, generally, a very horny fucker.
The two hunks got naked and this last portion of the shoot lasted a little longer than the previous ones.
Chris figured that it was tougher to photograph men in the nude (since Hansee had to find the right angle to hide the genitals) and that it was the main reason why he was taking so much shots of their bare asses.
They were in the middle of the shooting when Aldo and Mike walked inside the studio.
At this point, Hunter and Christopher had their arms wrapped around each other’s waists and were taking full frontal poses in front of the photographer.
Both hunks had developed a decent-sized semi and the whole thing looked more like a pornographic filming than an artsy photo-shoot.
“We’re already late on our planning, we have to stop there, gentlemen, so we can shoot the portraits of your competitors.”
Christopher and Hunter were practically escorted out of the room while Aldo was already taking his tee-shirt off to expose his flawless and naturally shredded chest.
They were led to another space by a member of the staff as they were still in the nude. In the excitement, Hunter’s cock had started dripping on the floor.
Chris and Hunter were sent into a meeting room where the eight other contestants, (only Aldo and Mike who were being photographed were missing), were waiting for the collective photo-shoot to begin.
Half of them had not bothered with putting their clothes back on.
Caleb, Devon, Joaquin and Bastian were stark naked, while Jason, Jin, Noah and Steven had put some underwear on.
Christopher sat down on a chair and chose a half-way option, hiding his genitals by casually holding the swimsuit against his junks without putting it on.
Let's be real, he was not hiding much!
In this room also, they were being monitored and judged by a member of the staff.
As you can imagine, shameless Hunter did not even think about dressing back up.
The President of the Mister Hottie’s national committee, Mr. Flynn Pollard, had said it loud and clear in an interview recently: the future Mister Hottie had to be comfortable in own skin, including with displaying every inch of his anatomy.
Modesty would be a huge disadvantage in this competition.
After about ten minutes, all the contestants were called back inside the studio for a collective photo-shoot.
There, the real chaos (and sausage fest) began.
To have everyone on the shot, there would be two rows, and six guys would be standing on a bench behind the others.
Overall, they were all standing very close to each other, their arms, thighs, and some other body parts incidentally touching.
It was a whole argument on who would be positioned where, everyone obviously wanting the centre and front row.
Caleb made a fuss when he was sent in the back, to stand right behind Chris, but all decisions from the Committee were finals.
It was all fine when they were wearing their jeans, it was okay when they were down to their tiny thong swimsuits, but it got downright crazy when they were asked to get naked for a few pictures which would be sold for a charity auction.
(As they were told.)
Christopher had been a lucky front row, - which was saying a lot about his good chances of winning -, but it meant that he was standing right in front of both Hunter and Caleb, whose respective huge cocks were hanging low and pocking against his back and shoulders.
His upper body and face were literally used to (not so efficiently) hide the contestants’ genitals behind him.
And that was not all.
Chris was also supposed to put his own hand in front of his direct neighbour’s cock.
The Mister Hottie Committee team had wisely considered that it would be much more fun if the contestants were concealing each other junks instead of their own.
"Playful, friendly, hot... Exactly the spirit of our pageant!"
The problem was that, - aside from the fat cocks already being slammed against his bare skin on his back -, his left neighbour Joaquin did not seem much bothered with hiding Christopher’s cock properly.
The hunky daddy did not see the point of concealing the junks of his opponent. They were all there to be seen after all.
Chris’ dick would, for sure, be visible on 95% of the pictures.
On his right, Devon had the opposite problem. Christopher was hiding too much of his cock so Devon had to push his junks forward to make sure he would be able to show himself off.
He ended up smashing his dick against Chris’ palm.
See, a joyful, ludicrous, and sexy chaos!
In any event, the photo-shoot had made one thing very clear. The size of the contestants’ dicks had been a determining factor in their pre-selection to the state level pageant.
There was not an average size dick in the mix, only XXL members, among the twelve finalists.
In this department, Aldo was also a direct eye-catcher. He had the largest white cock in the area, beating Christopher to the punch. A huge floppy and uncut slab of meat.
Eventually, after much bickering, even more hypocrite smiles, and hundreds of pictures taken, Julio came inside the studio to require the presence of the contestants for the dance rehearsals.
It was time to learn about the precise walks they would have to do on stage, and discover the “gala suits” choreography for the top six.
The good news for Christopher and the non-dancers of the bunch was that the choreography was not very hard to remember.
The other news was that it mainly required to take off their clothe. It was basically a strip-tease... ending in a full monty!
Comments
Krobbie
I guess this was a particularly good chapter as I am hard as a rock. I’m glad Christopher is getting into the swing of things now and is determined to do whatever it takes to win this competition. Joy! Great going TL.
Wendover
I miss the nonstop fucking, and hot young asses getting filled with hot creamy excitement. I hope that the next chapter brings back some great jock on jock oral adventures or maybe even some discrete back door action amongst our contestants. They need to unload to relieve the stress and pressure of the show.
Arnold Stone
It was an excellent chapter as always. Congratulations, Thomas. I regret to see that Caleb will probably disappear from the story, the final result of the vote suggests this. I'm really sorry, because the type, if not sympathetic, can be a key figure in many interesting conflicts in a story like this. I find our friend Elmara Aumar's idea of Christopher being used by manipulative bottoms interesting, but since I'm an ass-bandit, I'd be very happy if Christopher as a bottom had to prove his place in this competition.
